The early part of July was taken up with the usual diary of events; work, daughter to school, gardening at home, gardening at the lottie. Then I had two weeks off the normal routine. I set about re-fitting the kitchen at home. In order to refit you must first strip the old kitchem out. My wife and I had carefully planned that she would go on her usual weeks walking holiday and the daughter would go on holidays to relatives. This left me in the house on my own. My Dad volunteered for the first week to help me fit the kitchen. We got through a pile of work with other trades coming and going and after a week we had a new floor, new base units, wall plastered, new wiring [lights and power]. The next week saw my Dad go home and my wife return. This week went slower as the electrics were finished, the wall units fitted and all the miriade of small finishing touches were completed. After an over sight in ordering the floor covering the covering went down two weeks later. I was then able to fit the kick boards. All done and the wife is very happy.
The full two weeks was a bit like camping as normal kitchen arrangement were unavailable. I have told H that I don't have another kitchen in me. She has promised that she does not want to move house. In all our previous homes H has decded to move just as I put the down my tools having finished the last job.
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